Alpha Markus and Celeste
Chapter 76
Chapter 76 – Celeste
Celeste P.O.V.
flooked around as we exited the airplane. The first thing I noticed were the mountains in the distance. They were more breathtaking than when I did my research on the area. Sadly, I didn’t have much time to admire the view. Zack and Gabriel were still behind us. I saw Zack look around as he exited the plane and shake his head. He then retrieved some yellow tinted glasses and put them on. He smiled at me and said, “Much better.”
“What’s much better?” Gabriel asked.
“Now it looks like in the movies,” he smirked, “yellow tinged.” Gabriel punched him in the arm while laughing. I chuckled. Markus and I headed down the steps of the plane. I could see three really long SUVs with several men in front of them.
We approached what looked to be the leader among them. He was not a tall werewolf. In fact, I think I was taller than him. He was
wearing a light t-shirt and jeans, dark skinned and defined jaw. His dark eyes and curious smile could have made many girls swoon. He didn’t seem at all intimidated by the 10, 6ft tall men approaching him. He gave me a curious look before extending his hand out to Markus.
“Alpha Markus, Luna Celeste, Welcome to Mexico. I am Gamma Tomas,” he said in a very thick accent.
“Tomas, thank you for coming to meet us all the way out here. I appreciate your Alpha allowing us to visit.”
“No worries at all. We will always welcome one of Selene’s descendants,” he said as he bowed deeply to me. “My Alpha sends his
apologies. His duties don’t currently allow him to leave the pack grounds. He is very interested in meeting with you both.”
“As are we,” Markus said and in the lul of the conversation, my stomach decided to make itself known. I blushed
“Sorry, I kind of missed breakfast,” I said. Markus and I had decided that until we could make a decision on trusting them, it was
better not to tell them about the pups.
Tomas laughed, “All good señorita, we have picked an amazing taco place for you to have lunch. It’s a place we all enjoy eating at when we come out this way.” He said as he led us to the SUV.
I could see Gillian mind linking the warriors so that they divided in so that at least one Spanish speaker was in each vehicle. Gillian,
Gabriel and Zack all filed into our vehicle. One of the SUVs behind us went past us before we started moving.
We stopped at a small store front with a line up going out and around the corner. “Ummmm, perhaps we try another place?” Gillian
asked, looking at the line up as we slowed out in front.
“Nonsense, I know the owner. They are expecting us. They own the house behind it. We are eating there. There’s no sitting space in
the restaurant,” Tomas said, as the driver found a parking spot and we filtered out.
“Where are the other vehicles?” Markus asked, looking around.
“Right around the corner.” Tomas answered, and as he finished speaking, the rest of the warriors turned the corner on their way to
We headed into a little house around the back. There was a big table and a few kids running around. When they saw everyone, they
all seemed to run into a bedroom. “I guess 11, strange 6ft white men will do that to you,” Tomas laughed. I giggled along with him. I could only guess what they must be thinking.
A petite sun kissed young girl drying her hands on an apron came down from the second floor, “TOMASI” she squealed and ran the
rest of the way down, “Por que no me dijiste que venias!(Why didn’t you tell me you were coming)”
“Le dije a tu papa. Vengo nomas de pasada. Tu papa me dijo que nos hace el pare de darles una Buena bienvenidas de tacos a los gringos (I told your dad. I am just passing through. Your dad said he’d do us the favor of giving them a warm welcome by feeding the white people)”
“Ah vale, dejame voy por unos menus. Mientras, cuentales que hay para beber. Ahorita vengo. (OK, let me get the menus. Ask them what they want to drink in the meantime, I’ll be back)”
“Actually, we’ve heard great things about your Or-Jor – Horchata?” Gillian said.
“A claro. Of course. Everyone wants the same?” Tomas asked. We all nodded as we sat.
The young girl came back and gave us some menus “Que para beber? (What are you drinking?)”
“Que todos quieren Horchata.(Everyone wants Horchata)” Tomas said with a shrug.
“Pos ven ayuda entonces. Nos traemos unos de los garrafones que hizo mama (Come help then, we’ll grab one of the containers
mom made in the morning)”
“Pardon me for one moment. I must help her get the drinks,” Tomas said.
Anything sketchy,’ Markus asked via mind link.
‘Not outside of being called white people,’
giggled as I looked at the menu.
“You guys know what you want?” Tomas said.
“I’ll take whatever you have in beef. I will leave it up to what you think we would like,” Markus said.
There were a few chickens and steaks and then he came around to me. “And for you señorita?” he asked.
“Dos de lengua, uno de seso y dos de trompo” I said. (Two tongue, one brain, two pork)
He looked surprised and pleased, “Me dijeron que usted era familia pero no que sabia español. Ha probado los tacos de seso antes?
No son para cualquiera. (I was told you were family but not that you spoke Spanish. Have you tried the brain tacos before? They are an
acquired taste.)”
“Mi mama me enseño. No he probado pero se me hizo la boca agua cuando los vi. A y uno de tripa por favor. (My mom taught me
before she died. I’ve never had them but my mouth watered when I saw them. Oh and 1 intestine please)”
“Bueno, salsa?” I nodded. Markus cleared his throat and Tomas smiled, “I’ll be back after I tell them the order.”
‘What just happened,’ Markus said, I could tell he was stressed that he didn’t know what was being discussed. He was out of his
element here and wasn’t comfortable.
‘He just asked me about my order. He said it was an acquired taste. Relax love, I will not talk about anything important without
including you,’ I said as I took his hand. He sighed and kissed the back of my hand.
The food arrived and we were too busy eating to talk. Everyone seemed to be enjoying their food after a first glance at my
plate.
‘What’s that?” Gillian asked, as my dish looked a lot different from everyone else.
“You sure you want to know?” Tomas asked with a grin.
“Yeah?” he asked tentatively.
“These two are beef tongue. This one is cow brains, this one is cow intestine and this one is pork” I said as I pointed to each one. saw Zack look at his plate as if it had sprouted legs looking for anything weird in it.
“But my sour cream and onion chips gave you morning sickness,” Mateo laughed but quickly quieted when Markus growled.
“You are pregnant?” Tomas asked. Well, that was in the open a lot sooner than we wanted to. I nodded. “I will ask them to give us
some capirotada for the trip back. It helps with the nausea,” he said.
“Since the cat’s out of the bag, you mind keeping that beer away from me? It kind of makes my stomach turn,” I said.
Tomas laughed, “Your warrior is right. How can you eat brains and intestines but something like beer makes you throw up,” he said
as he went and put his beer back in the fridge and grabbed a glass of horchata instead.
I shrugged and dug in. It was delicious and the pups and Kara both seemed to enjoy the food with me, even Markus tried the beef
tongue and wasn’t adverse to the taste. After eating and thanking the owner for such a wonderful meal, we were once again on the way.
Tomas assured us it was about an hour and a half away.
I wish we could have kept the pups hidden until I felt safe,
Markus mind linked me.
I know, but not much we can do now. We didn’t exactly tell the other warriors to keep it under wraps,
I said, I don’t sense any ill
‘I don’t either, but we’ve yet to meet the rest. I don’t like having this many factors out of my control.’
I laid my head on his shoulder and allowed the sparks to soothe his worry. I didn’t realize I fell asleep until Markus nudged me awake.
“I think you will want to see this,” he said and pointed out the window.
Igasped. There were mountains to either side of us. All around us was natural beauty, the sinking sun making everything look
magical, Markus pulled me onto his lap so I could see out the window better. His hands slowly petting the tiny bump hidden by my blouse. I spent most of the rest of the drive with my nose practically plastered against the window. I started seeing little buildings here and there and we finally hit a town called San Juan Tlatotenco.
“We’re only about 20 minutes from the Packgrounds now,” Tomas said.
We went through the middle of the town and were almost to the edge of the town when I saw something. “Stop!” said and we